by Livia Grant
Getting a woozy Juliet down from the frame was almost too easy. She leaned into him, letting him sweep her up into his arms and carry her to a nearby couch in one of the cool down areas to cuddle. It was a special kind of torture, having her completely naked on his lap, his hands caressing her silky-soft skin while his cock ached.
Talk about blue balls.
He couldn’t regret it.
Their scene had been fucking intense. He felt stripped raw, exposed in a way a scene had never made him feel before. Was it because of his relationship with Juliet outside the club or because she was so damn perfect?
Damnit, if he’d met her here at Black Light, she really would have been perfect, but he hadn’t. She was his stepsister.
Forget about that for tonight. What happened to your usual decisiveness?
Yeah, well, he wasn’t used to making decisions that could completely blow up his personal life or his relationship with his mom and his stepfather. In fact, the last time he’d made this decision, it had been to step away.
One night. It’s just one night, the voice whispered in his head. They never need to know.
Yeah, Orlando wasn’t worried about their parents finding out. Juliet had as much reason to keep this a secret as he did. No, he was worried one night wouldn’t be enough.
One of the Dungeon Monitors walked up to the couch, holding up Juliet’s clothes and those ridiculous heels. Orlando shook his head. While he was a sadist, he doubted she’d appreciate having the tight corset over her recently abraded and sliced breasts. Besides, he liked her naked and vulnerable to him. She could have her clothes back at the end of the night. The DM winked, nodded, and walked away with the small pile. He’d leave them at the women’s locker room for her to collect.
His stepsister stirred in his arms, nuzzling against him, then jerked upright on his lap when she remembered who was cuddling her.
“Orlando!”
“Juliet!” He mimicked the way she’d said his name with a smile, covering the little jab of hurt when she shifted away from him. Now that she was no longer restrained on the frame, her discomfort had returned with a vengeance. Rather than trying to pull her back into his arms and risk more rejection, he plowed onward. “I take it you’re ready for your second roll?”
Juliet
Breasts—sensitive and a little achy.
Pussy—tingly and mostly satisfied but still wanting more.
Brain—completely confused.
Damnit, she wasn’t supposed to like snuggling with Orlando. How could she have guessed he’d be a cuddler? That was the second to last thing she’d ever expected. The very last thing she expected was how good it had felt to be curled up on his lap with his arms around her.
“Ready for round two?” Mistress Madison asked brightly when they walked back into the theater, heading for the stage.
“Absolutely,” Orlando said, giving her his most charming smile. Juliet ruthlessly pushed down the tendril of jealousy raising its irrational head. There was absolutely no reason to be jealous. Orlando was charming with everyone. Besides, they were only paired off for tonight, not forever and ever.
Mistress Madison handed Juliet the ball and spun the wheel. Several onlookers had trickled in behind her and Orlando, wanting to see what they would spin next. Dropping the ball onto the wheel, Juliet held her breath. She had no idea what she did or didn’t want it to land on. Every possibility seemed fraught with hidden dangers.
The knife play scene had been disturbingly intimate, and she had a feeling anything that required that kind of trust would only exacerbate the problem.
Sybian? Diaper play? Fisting? The ball bounced, then neatly dropped into the roleplay slot. Juliet let out a long breath. Roleplay—tame, but doable—that wasn’t so bad.
A glance at Orlando’s suddenly beaming grin had her re-evaluating. What was he thinking?
“Roleplay!” Mistress Madison clapped her hands. “What do you think, Master Romeo? Going to get a little Shakespearian?” She winked, and Juliet groaned audibly. She hadn’t been paying attention earlier when they’d been paired up, because she’d been so distracted by being paired with him. Of course, Orlando went by his last name here at the club. Gag. If Mistress Madison made a Romeo and Juliet joke, Juliet might actually vomit a little.
Smack!
The sharp pop of a hard hand against her ass made her jump and squeak. Whoops. Do not roll eyes at the dominants. Even if they’re making bad Romeo and Juliet jokes. Right.
Pretending he hadn’t just left a stinging rebuke on Juliet’s rump, Orlando shook his head.
“Nope, I have something a little more modern in mind,” he said, his hand gripping the back of Juliet’s neck, so he could turn her around and steer her out of the theater. “Come on, Juliet.”
Orlando
Juliet’s simmering ire at Mistress Madison’s joke amused the hell out of him. He’d kept his father’s last name when his parents divorced, but it actually had never occurred to him until now how well it fit with him and Juliet. Though, of course, they weren’t going to end in tragedy.
This was only for tonight.
Yup, just keep telling yourself that.
Ignoring the obnoxious voice, Orlando steered Juliet through the bar and the velvet curtain into the main play area, then veered left. Without the heels she’d been wearing earlier, she had no problem keeping up with him.
“Where are we going?” she asked, before remembering to add, “Sir?”
The corner of his lip twitched at her belated addition, but she’d caught herself before he said anything, so he let it slide.
“To get you dressed,” he said.
A moment later, they were facing Dominic in the costume room. The man was practically bouncing up and down on his toes, his eyes raking over Juliet’s curvaceous form in a clinical manner.
“Hello, hello! What can I do for you two today?” he asked, grinning widely.
“Naughty schoolgirl outfit,” Orlando said, gently pushing Juliet forward before releasing her neck. “The full look, including braids. I’ll need a coat for myself, with leather elbows.” He’d always liked the Indiana Jones look.
Juliet shot him a look over her shoulder as Dominic grabbed her hand and led her away. Grinning, Orlando took the opportunity to make sure the room next door was empty—though they could scene anywhere, he wanted to make use of the classroom if he could. Fortunately, it was vacant.
Quickly setting up one of the student desks in front of the teacher’s and picking out a nice, hard, wooden ruler to lay across it, Orlando then returned to the costume room.
It was as if Dominic had read his mind.
The short, pleated, green-plaid skirt barely skimmed the tops of Juliet’s thighs, the hem ending several inches above the white thigh-high stockings encasing her legs. The simple, black, patent leather Mary Janes she had on would be much easier for her to walk in but, combined with the rest of the outfit, they were just as sexy as the towering heels she’d been wearing earlier in the evening.
The rounded curve of her stomach was completely exposed between the waistband of her skirt and where the white button-down shirt was tightly tied in a knot between her breasts. Her cleavage wasn’t quite as deep as when she’d been wearing the corset, but the shirt had done a pretty spectacular job of lifting and showing off her breasts. The dark pebbled nipples pointing from beneath the fabric proved she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The whole look was topped off by two braids on either side of her head with green ribbons that rested against the tops of her breasts. Even the pout on her lips added to the appeal.
“Perfect,” Orlando said to Dominic, who grinned and passed him a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches that looked as though it could have come straight off an Indy movie set.
“So is this,” Dominic said smugly.
Shrugging it on, Orlando adjusted it, then gave Juliet a stern look. Dominic grinned wider, obviously enjoying the interplay.
“Now then, Miss Kaplan. Le
t’s go next door. We have some issues to discuss.”
Juliet rolled her eyes.
Perfect.
Chapter 7
Juliet
Ah, shit. She’d rolled her eyes again.
Orlando tutted his tongue, taking her upper arm.
“Come along, Miss Kaplan. I can see you have a hard lesson ahead of you.”
Did he just emphasize the word ‘hard?’ If there were going to be puns, she might have to safe word, just on principle.
Wait… principle…principal… crap, did she just pun in her head?
Smack!
“No dawdling, Miss Kaplan.”
Her butt tingled where he’d slapped it, joining the tingling ache of her breasts, which felt incredibly sensitive in their cotton confinement. Thankfully, the shirt fabric was very soft, but even that felt abrasive against her marked skin. On the other hand, it wasn’t nearly enough stimulation for her nipples.
“Sorry, Sir,” she muttered, only a little resentfully. He’d better not be expecting her to call him Mr. Romeo or Professor Romeo. Thankfully ‘Sir’ should suit just as well.
“In you go,” he said, giving her ass another hard slap after he’d opened the door to the classroom. Juliet hurried in, not because the swats hurt that much, but because she didn’t want to give him an excuse to do anything worse until she knew what he already had in mind.
While he hadn’t reached her physical limits in the last scene, she was still feeling a little off-kilter.
Figuring she was supposed to sit at the desk in front of the teacher’s, Juliet hurried over and sat down, watching Orlando suspiciously. The hard seat made her squirm a little, very aware she wasn’t wearing a stitch of underwear since the skirt was more like a belt and did nothing to cover her butt or pussy.
Rather than sitting at the teacher’s desk, the way she’d expected, Orlando ambled to the front of it, so he was directly in front of her. Hands in his pants pockets, he leaned back against the desk. In her seated position, if she looked straight ahead, she was looking directly at the big bulge at the front of his pants. Her pussy tingled in anticipation.
Yeah, she’d gotten off in the previous scene, but it hadn’t been quite enough. She’d wanted to be fucked.
Nervously licking her lips, Juliet redirected her gaze upward, blushing when she realized Orlando had been watching her checking out his package.
“Well, Miss Kaplan, you have a bit of a problem with respect, don’t you?” Though his eyes sparkled with amusement, his voice remained stern, putting him in character.
Unsure how to respond, Juliet bit her lip and leaned away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. She was well aware this had the effect of pushing her boobs up more, deepening her cleavage. Orlando glanced down to appreciate the view, but only momentarily.
“First, you rolled your eyes at Principal Madison,” he lectured, and it was all Juliet could do not to roll her eyes again. “Then at me. Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?”
Juliet shrugged. Roleplay wasn’t a hard limit for her, but she didn’t feel completely comfortable with it. On the other hand, being a silent, belligerent teenager wasn’t too far away from the role Orlando had put her in, so he could hardly complain if she didn’t speak up.
His gaze hardened, and her stomach did a little tilt. Wearing that jacket, standing over her the way in the classroom setting, really did feel as if she was in trouble at school.
Orlando
Apparently, ‘hot for teacher’ was not one of Juliet’s kinks, but Orlando didn’t mind. He could get her there, eventually.
For him, it was a relief to pretend to be someone else and give the forbidden nature of his and Juliet’s relationship a different spin. They weren’t stepsiblings now; they were teacher and student. That was much easier to handle but still kept some of the taboo edge, and he was honest enough to admit it appealed to him on a visceral level.
Doesn’t matter why the fruit is forbidden, just that it is.
He could see her pretty, forbidden peach if he looked down. When Juliet had leaned back in her chair, it had tilted her hips forward, and she’d automatically spread her legs a little. Not on purpose, he didn’t think, just enough to flash glimpses of her pussy lips as she squirmed on the chair.
“Speak up, Miss Kaplan,” he prompted, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. “Unless you’d like to do something else with your mouth?”
Fuck, he wouldn’t mind seeing Juliet’s lips wrapped around his cock. Though he wasn’t sure that was where this was going to go. It depended on whether she started talking.
“That’s harassment, Sir,” she said, her chin coming up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to talk to your students like that.”
“Oh, no?” He smirked. “Then I guess we’ll just have to go straight to the punishment for your rude behavior since you have nothing to say for yourself. On your feet, Miss Kaplan.”
Uncertainty flashed across her face, but she got to her feet with a false haughtiness that made him smile inwardly. He was looking forward to spanking that imperious attitude right out of her. Sadly, that meant skipping over her mouth, for now, but he had no doubt he’d be back, eventually.
Straightening, he stepped to the side and gestured to the large, wooden piece of furniture that dominated the front of the room.
“Come up here, Miss Kaplan, and put your palms flat on the desk.”
The position would put her right in front of the ruler he’d left there, waiting to be used. She could stare down at it while he got her warmed up with his hand.
Slowly, Juliet got to her feet, then glanced down at the desk, her breath hitching when she looked at the ruler.
“Move your feet, Miss Kaplan,” he said sternly. “I don’t have all day.” He sounded just like a teacher he’d had in high school.
Amusingly, Juliet must have felt the same because she picked up her feet a little, coming forward and getting into position. Bending over to put her hands on the table necessitated spreading her legs a little. She gave him another haughty look.
Putting his hand between her shoulders, Orlando ruthlessly pushed her upper body down, enjoying her gasp of surprise. He didn’t stop until her breasts squashed against the desk and her skirt rode up, uncovering her ass completely, leaving her exposed and ready for punishment. The ruler was directly in front of her face, giving her plenty to contemplate.
“I’m going to start with a count of twenty-five with my hand. You will count each one and say, ‘I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.’ If you don’t say those words exactly, that swat won’t count.” He was sure he could hear her gritting her teeth.
Keeping his hand between her shoulder blades so she would be reminded of his power over her, even though he wasn’t leaning any weight onto it, Orlando raised his other hand.
Juliet
Smack!
Yowch! Orlando wasn’t holding back. That hurt far more than the casual swats he’d given her during the evening. His hand was like a paddle and left a stinging burn in the center of her right ass cheek. Twenty-five of those, then the ruler? Her pussy creamed, even as her head wailed.
Her breasts were squashed against the table, nipples rubbing against the hard surface, and the more she squirmed, the more they were stimulated. Even so, it was hard to pay attention to that when Orlando’s hand was resting on her bottom, right where he’d just spanked her, waiting for her to say what she was supposed to say.
“One!” Why was this so hard? She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
“Good girl.”
The praise warmed her, but not as much as the next swat of his hand on her other buttock. Now she had matching stinging spots on either side of her ass.
“Two! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo.”
Did it feel weird to be calling Orlando ‘Professor Romeo?’ Absolutely. On the other hand, she couldn’t deny it
helped her get into the headspace of naughty student to his stern teacher. The jarring slaps to her ass didn’t hurt, and with every one she counted off, she forgot who she was a little more and became a little more invested in being naughty Miss Kaplan.
“Ten! I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Professor Romeo!”
“Very good, Miss Kaplan. Fifteen more with my hand, then we’ll move on to the ruler.”
Juliet moaned—part in denial, part in encouragement.
The entirety of her ass had been covered by his hand, so new swats were coming down on already burning, darkened skin. Her ass felt hot, stinging, and when Orlando rubbed his hand over her sensitized flesh before raising to spank her again, her pussy clenched from the sensation. Pleasure and pain were wreathing around each other in erotic harmony, tuning her body and sending her deeper into her submissive headspace.
Chapter 8
Orlando
Another hard slap against Juliet’s ass, the ample flesh jiggled from the impact in an enticing way. Her skin was hot to the touch and turning a burnished russet under her usual chestnut tone from the previous swats. Her breathy gasps as each blow landed made his cock jerk with appreciation.
Methodically working his way across her ass, he made sure to cover every inch evenly, wanting her entire ass burning by the end of this. It would give him a nice, well-primed canvas when he applied the ruler to her already-chastised globes. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Already her plump pussy lips were glistening and wet as her ass jerked upward in response to his hand coming down. Such a sweet little masochist.
